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Fallen World

I am seeking 1 player to join a group that includes a cleric, druid and swordsage. I am looking for a mage or skilled character (bard, rogue, you get the idea). You are free to create NPCs within reason (teachers, parents, siblings, partners, ect) while writing your back stories, but if you give yourself the legendary Excalibur that you won in a game of poker, you might not get in :P

Books: I have almost all except setting books, but if there is something rare you want to use... Let me know what book you are looking in.

Level 3, 32 point, Gold standard (no more then 1/2 on one item)
LA +1 (if you ask me about it first)

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Description: 1+ paragraph
Personality: 1+ paragraph
Back story: 3+ paragraphs
Roleplay sample (game you are in or small in character sample (or write your backstory from your character's perspective, be creative), just something so I can see your writing style)

Game Description:

It was almost 300 years since the world ended, or so the elders say. It started with what they called the first of the superbugs... No vaccine or cure could be found to fight it. One by one, the medicines of the world seemed to stop to function, and a hundred years of medical knowledge seemed to slip out the window. Than machines started to break down... From the most complicated of supercomputers to the lowest of little gizmos that people seemed to take for granted. The large cities became death traps, as those whose skills were more suited for the office struggled to make it in this new world.

It is said that close to 6 billion people died that first year alone, and humanity itself seemed to be heading on the fast track to extinction. No one knew why this happened... Some suspected that God had abandoned the world, either through our own choices or from giving up on mankind. Governments all over the world broke down, factions split off in a desperate struggle for survival.

275 years ago was the first known occurrence of magic. While rumors say that it was someone in the middle east, it spread throughout the world like wildfire. No one was sure why some had the gift for the arcane, but these early mages were worth their weight in gold.

Fifty years later, the gods arrived into the world. At first people were sceptical of these new powers, clinging to the faith of their grandfathers. As the years stretched on, the temples of Pelor and Boccob seemed to become as easily locatable as the churches and temples of old.

It is about this time that people started to notice that humans did not the only ones on this planet. Maybe they had always been here, hiding in plain sight... Maybe they are how people mutated to adapt in this brave new world. Those who fled to the mountains were said to become what we know as dwarves, Elves to the forests, and all numbers of other variants upon the human condition.

The cities of old are little more than ruins now... Many of what had once been thriving metropolises became little more than wastelands, where little more than dangers await those who are willing to delve for treasures of the past.

The year is 238 NE, and a story of new heroes is about to begin in a little fishing community called Issaquah the end edges of Lake Sammamish... Though the original meanings might be lost unto the sands of time, the names held.

This sounds really cool, certainly worth an afternoon. I'm considering a bard or perhaps a rogue, the image of a rugged lute toting comic relief comes to mind. How combat oriented is the game? I once played a Rogue who was a chronic liar with no ranks in bluff that made for some hilarious situations.

Just a friendly reminder, applications go here. They will only be considered if they are posted here.

Also, it should be noted that I prefer rollplay over roleplay (Meaning, an awesome bluff might beat out a bad bluff check just because I want to see how it plays out), and I prefer exciting creative characters over the "I can do zomg damage, fly and shoot lightning out of my _____."

@DM Bot: Combat happens when you guys seek it out or it seeks you out. It really comes down to how you guys want your adventure to go as I only have so much control over what PCs do or don't do. If you want to journey over the mountains to defeat the ancient dragon for it's gold (wait, wait... plot of the hobbit), then awesome. If you want to turn the world into a socialistic dream world using just your wits, go right ahead.

Teddy is a tall, lanky young man appearing many years younger than his true age. His mousy brown hair and eyes are both endearing and unremarkable, letting him fade from minds with his nondescript demeanor. His face is clean of hair, showing no sign of shaving, which lends itself to his youthful appearance and has even enabled him to pass for a woman at times. His clothing varies given the circumstance he finds himself in; but he almost never dresses in a station above a tradesman, the majority of the time attired much as a commoner or serf would be.

Despite his lean and frail appearance, Teddy has a hearty stamina, able to endure much turmoil before succumbing to fatigue or exhaustion. This nature extends to his mental faculties, his mind being strong and sure, allowing him to suffer grievously and still be able to act when the opportunity presents itself. He has never been truly broken, coming near; but always finding some hidden wellspring of strength from which to draw and survive, even triumph.

Earlier in his career, Teddy was less patient in his dealings, not suffering any sign of overbearing anarchy or abuse to be left to fester. Under his master's tutelage, he has learned patience in his work, waiting into the opportune time to act and bring his enemy low. Once this time has come, the young mental warrior unleashed his full abilities onto his unsuspecting prey.

There are many attributes that can be assigned to the one called Teddy. Stoic hardiness, perseverance, humor, ingenuity; but perhaps the most valuable to the fellow is his boyish looks. While appearing much younger than his actual years had led to much pain and turmoil as a child, now Teddy uses it to his advantage, fooling those he encounters into underestimating him at every turn. It may have been a blessing from the Gods, or a curse in some eyes, that he has never grown any facial hair in his life. In his mind, it is yet another advantage in his favor when making his dealings for those who employ him.

The one called Teddy can not remember many facets of his childhood with ease, mostly summoning faint images and flashes of emotion; but some things have stayed with him his entire life. His mother's face is one of these faint images, having become nothing more than a softly lit outline of a woman with a faintly pleasing voice. He still bore her a child's instinctual love for his mother; but nothing more than that. His father, however, was another matter.

Despite his best efforts, the face of his father Dargryn still haunted his dreams. For the most part, it was just flashes of images of a warmly lit bedroom, furnished like a nursery; although he somehow knew he had grown out of that stage long before. Dread and fear overcame him each time the door opened and a shadowed figure stepped into the room. Waves of helplessness assailed him, gripping him in his sleep, as the figure drew closer, bending low over the bed he lay on. Moonlight filtering through a window illuminated the man's face each time, revealing who it was. His father.

The intervening years had dulled his memory of the physical ordeal that always occurred next during these sessions; but the emotional trauma never did. There was always the face looming over him before the world went dark into Shadow.

The only thing that made these dreams bearable was knowing there was an ending to it. His subconscious mind always sought for that particular instance, aching for the release it gave him from the trials.

The session began, as it always did, the man looming over him from a height of power, preparing to wreak horrible torments onto the youthful boy. Unlike the others, in this instance, a shimmering light disrupted the subtle moonlight, casting the man's face in a stark light of justice as a blade seemingly made of moonlight appeared before the boy and thrust forward to impale his father's black, sadistic heart. He would have thought the blood that pumped forth over his hand and arm would have been black as well; but it was bright red and hot, steaming in the cold air of night.

As quickly as it had come, the shimmering blade faded; but the boy knew that he could now call it as he pleased. His mind had been opened and justice had been served. For his whole remembered life, he had dreamed of that moment, planning what he would do if he had ever managed to kill the man who violated him so callously. It was all fantasy, of course, before; but now it was a cold, hard truth and the boy acted on it without delay. To stay was to be killed or worse, for those his wretched father served would not take kindly to losing one of their own. His mother had never stood in his defense, not sense her husband shattered her arm in his grip for speaking of it to him. The only help for him was flight.

Thedrin, son of Dargryn was free, fading with ease into the night, leaving his name behind and trudging forward into the world. Despite his success, he was still a young boy, barely a teen, and ill-fitted to survive in the savage world of beast and man. His escape from torment only landed him into the waiting chains of another cruel master who saw value in the youthful looks and so tended to care for the boy, if only to keep him strong for a sale. The chain of slavery continued for some time before luck intervened and his captivity was ended at the hands of his savior and future mentor.

The now young man had had the revelation of his mentor's teachings emblazoned on his soul for all time and he entered into his savior's tutelage eagerly, knowing that he had found those who stood up for such as he and he would do the same, conjuring all of his odd gifts into a force to fight the villains of the world who would deny the simplest of freedoms.

The platform was stained from years of sweat and blood, spilled from those refusing to yield themselves to the slavers. To Teddy, it was fast becoming something like a favorite haunt. The shouts of the crowd and leers of greedy slavers were becoming common sights.

Of course, he could not show that to them, they must believe that he was on the verge of wetting himself at the prospect of being sold. He did not appear to be much of a find, his worn and ragged clothing concealing a lean and lithe frame. There were times when he needed to show that he had a strong back or a lovely appearance; but today, his mark preferred fragile boys. He was a priest of Scahrossar, Goddess of sadistic pleasures and the unassuming Teddy would be his downfall.

Wife, liquid filled eyes met those of the jaded zealot, widening in false panic and dropping to the warped wood under his feet.

"Do I hear five gold for this one? He is not much to look at; but that just makes him easier to mold to your whim. A few months under the whip or in your bed will bring him around.", the slaver called out. He knew full well who was in his audience and meant to fetch as much gold as he could from the scrawny whelp.

Teddy flashed his eyes around the crowd in mock anxiety as it became clear that he would become the prize of that one. All was going according to plan. By sunrise, the Harpers would have a spy inside the temple.

Just a friendly reminder, applications go here. They will only be considered if they are posted here.

Note, those who post in the roster will find that I will skip over your application when it comes time to pick as I will only look here. Also, I am going to delete any application to the roster thread at the end of today, so it might be beneficial to everyone to make sure it makes it here. Its not like I posted the above 4 times already >.>

Description:
Personality:
Back story: Bob was a innocent cat like any other creature, that trailed along the city chasing mice, frolic among the felines in heat, and even finding a good place to rest in the sunlight at times. The village was an active over abundant place, even after the horrible reckoning of the past, bob had no such memory of it, after all he was just a cat. The elves near the village though, were not such a sober lot, even among the druids converting many a berry into a wine, making a jolly fine time with the villages.

Bob sadly...was not having such a jolly old time

the elves feeling rather naughty that night, decided to trap bob into a cage. Was the cage metal, wood , or just a plastic bag. Bob does not exactly remember, all bob knows is that, well life is not fair. The druids with their chanting and drunk rivlery, that would later come down to be known as the villages longest party ever.

Later that morning, the caged animal was found trapped around a circle of runes, the mix of sounds coming with a yelping of help that mixed with a yowl . The villagers looked confused down at the animal slowly undoing the ratty looking cage, as the beast bolted out . Looking about stumbling for words eyes frantic " wha....wha...what happen to me no ..this what ..how ..who .."

The villagers screaming out " El diablo!! a Devil is in the cat ! A Devil!"

Among them a cleric of Pelor walked up, noticing the magic for that of nature not of diabloists, holding up his holy sign as a shining sun blasted the area with holy blaze. The cat yelping and shaking side to side tail twitching as he yowled curling arch up " Stop that damn it, to damn bright" His tail twitching annoyed scattering about the village chasing along the dirt, as the cleric called out " HALT, that cat is NOT EVIL!"

The Villagers halted looking confused back towards the cleric shaking there heads unsure of what to think , looking towards the cat as it ran towards the temple long seeking refuge even as the wheel of time kept turning the cat growing to become use to intelligent thoughts.